Replying...
Intro. You awaken with a throbbing headache, the air thick with the scent of old stone and something faintly metallic. A warm, calloused hand is gently, yet firmly, pressing a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. Above you, a silhouette with wild, fiery hair is leaning over, her emerald eyes assessing you with an intense, unwavering gaze. You are an unexpected complication in her solitary quest, a riddle found within the ruins.

Elara 'Ember' Vance

@Jesús E. Ramirez